The Moon

The moon

And the stars

Tried their best,

But I couldn't

Look away

From you. ❤️

I'd stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you,

I'm not afraid of your dark

♡

The atoms of me

And the atoms of you,

Will be ink one day,

And paper and pen,

And then, at last,

We will be a poem,

A love song;

Some immortal verse.

I am slowly learning what it means to feel deeply.I am slowly learning what it means to have a heart that feels deeply, to have a heart that crashes hard into the quiet whispers of those I cherish most. I am slowly learning what it means to have a heart that sings while nurtures the cracks within the skeletons that lie entwined inside the flesh of others. I am slowly learning what it means to have a heart that often falls for the kinds of souls who do not always know how to take care of it, who squeeze it with messy fingertips and who do not deserve the love it is made up of, who do not always deserve to feel the kind of magic that spills out from within. I am slowly learning what it means to have a heart that connects, a heart that simply understands the way in which the weight of the world can sometimes feels too much and can become too heavy to keep holding onto. I am slowly learning what it means to have a heart that is sensitive, a heart that wants to be chosen, a heart that wants to be seen, a heart that just sometimes needs to be heard. I am slowly learning what it means to have a heart that chooses depth over surface level, over what appears to be only black or white, a heart that chooses tenderness over apprehension. I am slowly learning what it means to have a heart that loves and that cares and sometimes over-loves and over-cares.Mostly, I am slowly learning what it means to have a heart and soul that is unique, that is both beautiful and painful. I am learning what it means to have a heart and soul that is slowly coming to terms with the ways in which choosing to walk away from the people and the situations that hold weight is growth—it is a courageous choice to make. I am slowly learning that the process of choosing yourself, of setting those boundaries and protecting your energy is a precious and necessary thing.I am slowly learning what it means to feel deeply, and I am learning that it is simply beautiful.

I know what I want. I want you in the morning, pouring your coffee, sleepy with bed hair kissing me good morning. I want you in the nighttime when you're tired and a little worn out from the day and from work but you still manage to do things with me. I want to watch movies with you, bake cookies with you, paint rooms with you, drive far away with you. I want to gaze at you because you're a fucking masterpiece in my eyes, and I want to hug you and tell you how much I love you. I want you to never give up on me, to never think twice about how genuine my love for you is. I want you to be able to tell me anything and everything. I want to be the one you go to when you've had a good or bad day. I want to be the one for you. You mean so much to me that I can't imagine how it'd be without your hand to hold or your shoulder to cry on.